Rise Lyrics

[Hook: Maya Azucena]I think on these thingsAnd I never hideFrom what life bringThroughout all the liesThough it feels like no one’s by my sideI riseDespite

[Verse 1: Cormega]You need food for thought I’m preparing a mealA savage in pursuit of happiness is never fulfilledI don’t glorify the ghetto I tell you the realI’d rather write it in a song than in a letter from jailLike Donald Goines you enjoy my incredible talesResonate with those who walk similar pathsYour enemy has more honor than a man in the maskAnd familiar voice asking “where is the stash?”The year Mike Jordan had career high scoringI put it all together and realize moneyCauses attention, resentment a moral convictionEven God calls him and exploit religionRappers tell you lies while glorifying the ghettoThey never speak a mother’s ink or [?]So the oppressive aggression of those sworn to serve and protect usHarm usSure about the martyr was a father

[Hook]I think on these thingsAnd I never hideFrom what life bringThroughout all the liesThough it feels like no one’s by my sideI riseDespite

[Verse 2: Cormega]We learn the hard way so the despair is what we knowFixed incomes don’t repair broken homesOften [?] fatherless though a man hold his ownAnd his driven momma gotta take the wheel when he goneLearn to cherish every meal on the stoveAnd the clothes she bought you though she couldn’t afford toShe did itSo you wouldn’t have to conform toThe streetsAnd she wouldn’t have to sit in no courtroomWhen my narraties compete against law degreesFor freedom accompanied by attorney feesI’m up late thinking of people in early gravesAnd how things changed since they’ve been awayA new dawn approaches, a different dayIn my book of life, let’s just fill the pagesI’m God-given, hear my praiseIn the face of adversity my shield is faith

[Hook]I think on these thingsAnd I never hideFrom what life bringThroughout all the liesThough it feels like no one’s by my sideI riseDespite

[Verse 3: Cormega]There are many I reminisceIn the lord’s hands or system’s gripIt’s oppressiveA mental whipLeaving deep scars, slavery still existsThese imperialists see imprisonment as businessWhen the recession hits, they recidivistsI ain’t going back, only as a visitorTo see my people caught up in the penWant freedom but don’t know what it really isA natural part of existing, not a privilegeGranted judicially they can shackle you mentallyWhen your mind’s not confined that’s when you’re free